hopeful romantic

It seems that it literally took some kind of brain surgery to quiet my mind to lead me to a moment I have long awaited: playing the piano with a new passion, reckless abandon and ease. 

I have never before played with such joy! I didn’t want to stop. It was as if the piano and I were one, that the white keys were extentions of my own hands. On the one hand, I didn’t care if anyone heard what I was saying through the completely new piece I played; on the other hand, I wanted everyone to hear it, because it was me in those harmonies and melodies. That was my voice echoing up the cold tiled stairs of the empty house (considering the fact that jaw surgery has rendered me, um, SPEECH-less, not voice-less).

Just a little warning… I suffer from an over-active imagination, and am prone to writing posts in the height of certain emotions. I also tend to analyze. Or more appropriately, over-analyze: everything from movies, books, situations and people, to weather, relationships, fashion, traveling, studies, foreign accents, language, culture and art. And anything random in between.

As to my grammatical addictions, I usually use …ellipsises… and (brackets) like it’s going out of style. I will strive to refrain from using smiley faces :) it’s going to be quite a test of my writing talent!

So now that you’ve read the fine print, feel free to stay a while!

moni

So I have finally joined the blogosphere. Yes, because there just aren’t enough of us!

I joined partly because of procrastination (and I will soon have my nose buried in my textbooks once again) and partly because I always hoped I would one day be interesting enough to actually post a few decent and entertaining (and correctly spelled) snacks for people to savour ~ or spit out, I guess?

I’ll be daring enough to say that I think my literary and creative talents shouldn’t be limited to Facebook, Twitter and Skype (well there is one person who receives most of my Skype creative chatter… and they are still friends with me). I think I might slowly be getting there, to the place of pure awesome creative expression, and I’ll keep going even if the only person who reads it is my mom. [Note to self: teach mom how to find blog]. 

So here is my first inspiring quote that I wish to bestow upon you, from the unmatched wisdom of my friend Leigh Bierman:

“Being mature is about knowing when to be immature”.

And, on a completely unrelated note, a preview of a post soon to come:

“It is said that some lives are linked across time, an ancient calling that echoes through the ages: Destiny.” 

Until I blog again…

*moni*